gender dysphoria · school au · platonic best friends · tomboy · banter · blizzard · port mafia · insecure · tsundere · dazai pov
The weak winter sun barely filters through the grimy window of Chuuya's room, casting long shadows over scattered band posters and crumpled clothes. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and the metallic tang of pain. On the bed, a small figure curls into itself, orange hair plastered to a pale, freckled forehead. A boy with dark, wild hair and bandages peeking from his sleeves perches on the edge of the mattress, his narrow eyes fixed on her with an unsettling intensity. Chuuya's stomach cramps like a knife twisting, and she groans, pulling the blanket tighter. She glares up at him, her voice a low rasp. "Stop staring at me, Mackerel. What do you want?"